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[noavengers]

zemo would be the best at comforting you. had a hard day? he’s already drawing a warm bath. got cramps? hot water bottle’s on its way. feeling a little sick? he’s making some cherry blossom tea for you. zemo is the absolute softest smush

he totally is tho 😫 like he seems super rock hard cold exterior but that’s because he cares? like in his own weird way like i mean he literally blew up the united nations to avenge his family so i have no doubt the small simple things would be stuff that he is always on top of

but with that he also refuses to be taken care of because as soon as he feels a hint of a cold he’s already quarantined so YOU don’t get sick so it’s a struggle to do the same for him but it’s just another quirk we all love

[noavengers]

Welcome!! 😄♥️

I have descended into the depths of Zemo hell and have no intention of ever crawling back out

[noavengers]

heartbeat

helmut zemo x reader

it's hard to find someone you can truly trust, and once that bond is formed it's impossible to let go of.

spoilers for episodes four and five of falcon and the winter soldier, fluff! and then angst, very much ends in angst and big sadness.

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so i watched episode five. i'm so upset and sad about what happened with zemo and i want to hold out hope that he's going to come back but i have no hope and everytime i talk about him or look at him i get the urge to cry so that's why this fic ends with!! sadness!! :) once again named after a wham! song.

Finding someone to rely on was near impossible when you’ve been given all the reason in the world not to trust anyone. Finding someone who doesn’t judge you for having a dodgy past is even more rare. You’d done the impossible on multiple occasions. You found two trustworthy friends in Sam and Bucky, people who didn’t judge you for your past even though they had every right to.

But neither of them understood it. Neither of them understood why you would work for, and with, people who were hurting others. Why it was more important that you survived than others. Even if they never judged you for it, you knew that they didn’t understand.

You’d come to terms with the fact that you were never going to meet someone who understood you, and your motivations and past.

Until Zemo.

Zemo was different, he had his own past. He had his own problems that people judged him for, he was similar to you in many ways. Where his actions were based on revenge, yours were based in survival.

He’d never judged you, never questioned you. He understood you did what you thought you had to do, he understood your opinions on it. He was the first person in the world who understood you.

Upon settling in his apartment in Raga, he had decided to give you a tour of the apartment. Figuring that you’d be there for at least a few hours before anything was going to happen.

“How did you get a place here?” You asked, following the bathrobe-clad man through the elegant hallways of his fancy apartment.

“Well, my family purchased homes in many places. I settled in my home country, but I have houses all over the world.” He explained, finally reaching the guest bedroom. “If we’re to stay here overnight, you may sleep here.”

“I don’t remember seeing any other guest bedrooms…”

“There aren’t any, I just like you more than I like the other two.”

You laughed at that, something that seemed to make Zemo happy. You two had developed a casual relationship, to the annoyance of Sam and Bucky. You were always talking about something, or laughing about something like you were old friends.

Just as Bucky called from the living room, you both quickly followed the sound of his voice to meet with him and Sam. Bucky explained that the Wakandans were after Zemo, and the tension that entered your body upon that discovery should have been evident to everyone. But it wasn’t, only to Zemo.

Once all was said and done, the four of you were on the street again, Sam and you had split up into a building while Bucky and Zemo remained on the street.

“How do you wanna do this?” You asked Sam, following on his heels.

“We could split up, or we could just ask people together. I think we should stick together, though.”

“I’d feel safer that way too.”

With the confirmation that both of you agreed on the plan, you began questioning people in the building. None of them wanted to speak. Not to you, or to Sam. It became clear this place was not a welcoming place for either of you.

Finally, a man talked to you. But he refused to give out answers. You and Sam left without information, only to find Zemo socializing with some children on the street.

You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you feel some type of way, seeing Zemo with kids. But it also made you feel incredibly sad, remembering that he had a family of his own that was lost.

As he made it way back, it seemed like he was hiding something. But you didn’t question it as you all went back to the apartment.

When you got back, you were the first to take an absence. You found your way into the bathroom, but it was more to take a moment to address how you were feeling. You found yourself leaning over the sink, your head racing with thoughts of where you were, the mission, Zemo…

But all was forgotten when you heard what sounded like a glass breaking. You quickly burst through the doors, only to see a mug shattered on the ground, feet away from Zemo.

“God, I leave for two minutes and you morons start a fight.” You said, disappointment laced in your voice as you looked between the three of them for answers about what you’d missed.

“He knows where the funeral is, he just doesn’t want to tell us.” Bucky explained, rather bitterly as he leaned against the counter.

“Well I wouldn’t either if I thought you were gonna throw a tea cup at my head.” You mumbled, before turning to Zemo. “Where’s you broom?”

“I can show you,” he said, quietly as he led you to one of the hallway closets. Once he opened the door and switched the light on, you found a great many options for cleaning floors. “I can clean it, you had no part in what happened.”

“Helmut, he threw a tea cup at your head.” You said, reaching for the broom, not realizing that this was one of the first times you had used his first name.

If he noticed he didn’t say anything as he allowed you to reach for the broom. You made quick work cleaning up the mess on the floor before picking up one of the cups and tasting the tea for yourself.

“When do we leave?”

“Two hours, I’m gonna take a nap.” Bucky responded, before plopping down on the couch. Sam had made himself comfortable in the guest bedroom, much to Sam’s dismay.

“I suppose if you wish to rest my bedroom should be cleaned.” Zemo said, guiding you to his own room. As he went to shut the door, leaving you in there you stopped him.

“I, um… I don’t think I can sleep right now. Do you think maybe… we could just talk in here?” You asked meekly.

Zemo nodded, and shut the door, lightly holding your wrist to walk you over to the bed before both of you sat down next to each other. You rested your head against the bed frame, a moment of silence before you remembered everything and the thoughts came racing back to you.

“What’s the matter?”

You turned your head to face Zemo, hoping the worry wasn’t all over your face. “The Wakandans and… Walker… they’re all after us.”

“No, liebchen, they’re after me.”

“Right, same thing. I don’t want you to go.”

You were both silent for a moment before he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him. You settled into it instinctively, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I’m afraid I won’t be able to stay with you.” Zemo explained, knowing for a fact there was a frown etched on your face. But he didn’t want to lie, he wasn’t the type of person to lie to you when that would only do more harm than good.

“I don’t know if I can be so… alone anymore.” You said, rather miserably as you fought the sudden urge to cry that was coming on.

“You have Samuel and James, they’re friends to you, are they not?” Zemo questioned, holding you a bit closer and letting his body slip a bit so you were both partially laying down.

“They’re my best friends but they don’t… they don’t understand me like you do. Nobody does and I’m just… I don’t want to lose that.”

Zemo seemed to be at a loss for words, it had been a long time since someone seemed to see something in him, something good. This was a new feeling for him, or at least one he had struggled to remember for a long time.

“And it’s not right for you to go back to prison, you’ve had some many opportunities to betray us but you choose not to. I trust you, and I don’t trust many people so that has to mean something.” You told him, feeling a bit relieved to have these implicated feelings now all out in the open.

“I didn’t think there was anyone who trusted me,” Zemo mumbled, feeling rather dumbfounded but feeling an overwhelming sense of… happiness? The feeling was foreign to him, something he believed that his mind and heart would never allow him to feel again. “I care for you, liebling. To be separated from you sounds like torture. I promise I’ll do anything in my power to stay with you.”

A feeling unfamiliar to you filled your chest, replacing what you had labeled as longing with a sense of… belonging. “I promise the same to you.”

The feeling of contentment overcame you, and the feeling of tiredness that you had been feeling became too much to bear. As much as you wanted to stay awake, to spend as much time with Zemo was you possibly could, you found yourself falling asleep in his arms. The last thing you remembered was the feeling of him pressing a gentle kiss to your hair.

You woke up to the feeling of a metal arm shaking you, causing you to stir.

“As shockingly adorable as this sight is, we need to get going if we wanna make it to the funeral.” Sam said from the doorway. Finally, you opened your eyes.

You and Zemo had managed to end up laying on the bed, tangled together and fast asleep. Zemo woke up a few seconds later, begrudgingly getting off of the bed as you both walked out of the room and the apartment.

The moment you did step out, though, was the moment you ended up seeing Walker again. Your nerves got the better of you as he approached Zemo, your hand tangling into his as he gave you a reassuring squeeze. Sam and Bucky, however, had it covered for the most part.

The group of you finally made your way to the top of the street, and you couldn’t stop the feeling of your heart warming as Zemo handed the child helping him some money.

Once you were in the building for the funeral, Walker immediately slammed Zemo against a wall and handcuffed him. You were seething, so much so that you didn’t realize you had managed to point a knife at him until he looked back at you, shocked.

“What’re you gonna stab me? Your boyfriend is a criminal.” He said, only seeming to anger you more.

Bucky noticed, and quickly grabbed the knife from your hand, sliding it back into the holster on your thigh. “It’s going to be okay, don’t let him get to you.” He said quietly, so only you could hear.

You nodded, appreciatively before going to stand next to Zemo. He didn’t say anything about your outburst, simply letting this whole thing play out.

But as more time progressed all you could focus on was how unhinged Walker was, if he hadn’t handcuffed Zemo you might feel bad. You didn’t say anything until it almost sounded like he implied that Sam was going to die in that room if he didn’t go in.

“If Karli can kill Sam she can kill you too, no offense.” You said, watching rage fill the man's eyes once more. “You need to calm down, John, going in there angry is only going to make things worse. Trust Sam, he’s got this.”

You seemed to get him to pipe down for no more than two minutes when he finally went running in after Sam, leaving the rest of you to scramble.

“Shit-” You mumbled, running after him as you heard Bucky and Lemar doing the same.

But it was too late, Karli was already running and the plan hadn’t worked. You were going to lose her again.

You ran back, realizing that you had all forgotten Zemo, before noticing he was no longer on the handcuffs. That was when panic set in. Not that he left, but that someone had taken him, hurt him - or worse.

Your heart was beating out of your chest as you ran through the hallways, looking for him in every room you could possibly enter before you found Walker. He was standing over an unconscious Zemo, something you could only assume was something that he had done on his own.

Your eyes widened as you ran down, dropping to your knees before Zemo and seeing if you could get him to wake up. He was out cold, and as everyone dispersed you ended up getting help from Sam and Bucky to carry him back to the apartment as quickly as you could.

Once Zemo was set up on the couch, Sam left in search of a way to contact Sharon without calling her again and Bucky went to go calm down. Which left you sitting on the couch beside Zemo, gently brushing your fingers through his hair as you waited for him to wake up.

You noticed him stir before you, and moved slightly before watching him remove the towel from his face.

“Are you okay? Can you think straight? Do you remember where you are? I’m gonna kill that son of a-”

“I’m alright, liebling, it hurts, but I’m alright.” He assured you, smiling gently at your concern for him.

You let out a sigh of relief returning to running your finger through his hair before you felt him sit up a bit. “I don’t think if that’s such a good idea, Helmut.”

“Have I mentioned that I love it when you say my first name?” He asked, facing you as he pulled you over so you were resting against his lap.

“No, but now I’m going to use it more often - Helmut.”

He smiled softly, resting a hand against your cheek. He had wasted time with his loved ones before, wasted the potential to hold them one last time. To be with them one last time. He wouldn’t make the same mistake again.

As soft as he could, he pulled you into a kiss. Your reaction was instantaneous, and the feeling of your lips meeting each other was one you would never forget.

It felt absolutely perfect, pouring your trust and devotion to him out into every moment as you held each other close. Your hands had tangled in his hair again, before he pulled his lips away and rested his forehead against yours.

That happened to be when Sam entered the room, looking between you two but not saying anything. The one thing you both noticed on his face, above all else - was guilt.

Zemo pulled you to lay against him, your body curled up against his as your head rested on his chest. He spoke to Sam a bit, the moment seeming to be a calm in this never ending storm, before Walker entered the mix.

You kept to the corner throughout the whole ordeal, your fingers tangled tightly within Zemo’s as he inched closer to the bathroom. You figured it was a hiding place, but he moved what you had thought to be a drain and you realized what was actually going on.

“We can’t run-”

“They’ll take me to prison, liebling, that’s what they’re here for. Samuel and James will be able to find me, they know where I’m going to go.”

The Sokovian memorial, you knew as well as they did where he would run to. So you ran, you crawled through drains with Zemo before getting in the jet and leaving.

You missed out on the murder that Walker committed, the fallout and fight that happened as a result. You knew you and Zemo were on borrowed time, that you would be brought back into the frey at some point once you had finally made it to the memorial. But you didn’t know how.

Once Bucky showed up, a gun in hand, you feared for the worst. Your hand found Zemo’s once more, however, he removed his glove this time so you could feel his skin against your own.

You trusted Bucky, you didn’t think he was going to kill Zemo even when he raised the gun. But when the ship landed, and you realized what happened all you could do was beg.

“Please- don’t do this I c-”

Zemo was the one who stopped you from going any further, turning around so he could face you. His now glove-free hand found your cheek, brushing the tears that had fallen away.

“I didn’t think I would ever love anyone again, but I love you, liebling. It meant everything to me to spend this time with you.”

Zemo pressed a gentle, but loving kiss to your lips, your hands shaking as they held onto the fur on his coat.

“I love you too, Helmut. So much.” You replied, watching him smile sadly before joining the Dora on the ship, his fate seemingly being sealed.

Bucky reached out to you as you stared at the place where he had been standing, but whatever resolve you had seemed to fall apart one the ship left. You sitting on the ground and finally letting the sobs tear through your body, all Bucky could do was watch, before helping you get onto the jet he had borrowed from Wakanda.

He didn’t bother doing too much, he knew you well enough to know that you coped better when you worked through things alone.

Sam and Sarah were quick to make you a bed in their guest room, knowing there was a small chance of seeing you come out of it any time soon.

“I didn’t realize he meant that much to her… I mean she told him she loved him.” Bucky commented, turning to Sam who seemed to have a familiar expression of guilt cover his face.

“I did, she doesn’t get close to people like she did to him.” Sam responded, the silence in the air doing its part.

There was nothing you wouldn’t do to get back to Zemo, anyone who had seen you fall apart knew it. And as long as it took to get back to him, the feelings of trust, understanding, and love would be void in your heart.

[noavengers]

Great, my girlfriend is a toddler

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word count: ~4.5k

Warnings: one curse word (I think), mentions of past trauma (nothing graphic), and a lot of fluff

Summary: Reader is caught in a trap during a mission and ends up trapping herself in her five year old mind and body.

Author’s note: I know I basically just post incorrect quotes, but this idea came to me and I just had to write it. I won’t stop with the incorrects btw, and if you guys prefer I create a different blog to post these little stories just let me know. Without further ado, enjoy, and let me know what you think (this is my first time writing something like this too, so tips/remarks are always welcome).

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the marvel characters.

“West wing clear”

“Basement clear”

“Guys I need some help here.” 

You heard through comms as your teammates infiltrated the Hydra base.

It was a fairly simple mission, small base, so not that many enemies to fight off.

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me, 11 chapters deep in a 25 chapter slowburn fic at 2 am, eyes burning and the phone keeps slipping out of my fingers:

[noavengers]

Shades of him chapter 4

Warnings: fluff, swearing

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Word count: 1.4K

You wake up looking around. You were no longer on Zemos plane, but in a room, lying on a king sized bed. Everything around you looked old and used but homely. The walls mainly covered in bookshelves and oil paintings. Where were you?

You throw the soft covers back, your feet hitting the hardwood floor. Treading lightly, you head for the door and out into a corridor. The same style paintings lined the walls. You check around you for any noises. Were you kidnapped? Where was Sam and Bucky? Had Zemo betrayed you after all?

Suddenly you run into a solid chest, stumbling back slightly. “Oh your awake”. Zemo says. You step back from him unsure what to do. “Wheres bucky?” You say almost threateningly. “Hey its okay they’re in the lounge, do you want something to drink? You were sleeping like the dead earlier” ignoring his questions you focus on the point he pointed to and start to speed walk towards the what you assumed was the lounge. You heard voices in the room. Opening the door you see Sam and Bucky look up at you.

Both at them get up and Bucky walks over and embraces you protectively. “I was just about to check on you, how are you feeling?” “I’m okay” You breath a sigh of relief. They’re safe. “Are you sure.. do you want to talk about it?” You didn’t. You knew exactly what he is referring to and you didn’t want to risk the mission because of your mishap. “I think I just need a shower” That you did. He nods, still looking a little concerned. You give your best ‘I’m fine don’t worry’ smile.

Walking back along the corridor you hear a sound from the room next to yours. Zemo was looking through an ancient looking wardrobe. “What is this place?” You say, entering said room. Zemo didn’t seem surprised finding you here with him. He must have heard you come. “One of the many homes my family owns. One of the oldest ones actually” well that isn’t surprising. He turns around, holding out some folded clothes. You take them from him. “It’s also one of the smallest, so it only has two bedrooms”he says, smiling innocently.

Shit. The others weren’t happy either when they found out about the sleeping situation. However, for Sams sanity, and wanting to avoid Bucky murdering Zemo, you agree to share with him. Buck was not happy but you convinced him that if anything happens he will be the first to know. After taking your shower you dry off and put on the clothes Zemo gave you. He said they used to be his so they might be a bit big. You remember looking down avoiding his gaze when he said this.

You wore a very much oversized white tee and some baggy shorts. You weren’t complaining, they were more than comfortable. You trod back into the bedroom adjacent to the bathroom you came out of, and start to examine the bookshelves a little closer. You find a variety of genres, including major classics and a lot of romance books. You run your fingers along the spines and you pick one, scanning the pages.

“do you like to read” Zemo appears like a phantom in the doorway. He wore a silk dark blue bathrobe, his hair still wet from a shower. Blushing, you spin around. “I- uh yes” you say, avoiding his piercing gaze. For some reason making direct eye contact became difficult with him. What was wrong with you? Zemo didn’t seem to notice and says “I used to spend a lot of my time reading as a child” a pause “my parents were always away you see” You understood what he meant. Your parents weren’t exactly there for you either. You nod. “So they are all yours?” “Mostly yes, I did share a lot with my sister though” You stood in silence, both aware of the moment you shared the day before but neither wanting to mention it.

“Y/n do you want to-“ he was cut off by a shout from downstairs. “Guys we have a problem” You put down the book and go to Sam and Bucky, followed by Zemo. “The wakandans are here, they want zemo. I bought us some time but we don’t have long” fuck. Just was you were getting somewhere there had to be an issue. “How much time” you ask. “Enough hopefully” Zemo didn’t seem shocked at this. He walked over to the kitchen and pours himself a drink.

It was to be expected that someone was to come for Zemo, yet you still felt sad. Pushing that feeling aside you go find the book you had earlier and search for a place to relax. It was going to be a busy day tomorrow. Later that night you hear about the explosion that Karli orchestrated. She killed 3 people in the process. How many more were to follow? It was around 11 pm when Sam and Bucky make their way up to their bedroom and after making yourself one last cup of tea, you follow suit.

Zemo was no where to be found. You get into the bed and snuggle into the sheets, still reading your book. It was called ‘wuthering heights’ and for some reason you couldn’t put it down. After a while Zemo enters the room with a blank expression on his face. That’s strange.

“Where were you?” He snaps out of his little trance as if he only just noticed you there. “I had a walk round the house, its been-“ that pause again “a very long time” “I can only imagine how hard it must be to stay here again” it was hard to find the right words. “Indeed” He had ready changed into some pyjamas which like yours consisted of a simple t-shirt and joggers. He didn’t look too bad in them you thought. “You know I never thanked you for yesterday” He was climbing into the bed with you when he looks up. He seemed speechless.

“I didn’t expect you to help me, but you did. You could have left me to rip those men apart, but you stopped me.” You look at him. He just stared at you. When he was sat next to you, in a seated position like you were he begins “I did what was necessary” he said as he switched off his bedside lamp. “You held me” you almost whisper. This made him turn to you again. “You took care of me” you look him in the eyes “why?” This question had lingered in your mind ever since waking up.

“You cared for me, in Madripoor” He said finally. “That night you woke up and made tea for us.” “I did what was necessary” you mimic him in his sokovian accent. “You’re not anything like them are you?” He said after a moment, looking at you curiously. “What” “You helped in sokovia that day, when none of your avenger friends did” he said almost accusingly. “They were busy and-“ he jumps in “too busy to fix the mess they caused?”. You stare at him not knowing how to feel now. “you’re just like me” he whispers.

“no, no, no I am nothing like you, do you understand” tears started to well up in your eyes. Why did this bother you so much? It wasn’t like what he said was true, right? “In Madripoor you wanted revenge on those men that tried to hurt James and Sam, the avengers would have let them run, but you wanted blood.”

“So what does that make me? A monster?” Tears were now running down your face. “No..” Zemo moves closer to you, cupping you face in one of his hands and wiping away a tear. He looks you in the eyes “It makes you human”

You didn’t resist when he lets you fall back onto his chest, or when he gives you a kiss on the top of you head. It was the first time in awhile you felt safe and comforted. The book you were reading was now long forgotten as you laid in his arms, this time fully aware of what was happening. You nestle even further into him, putting your face towards his chest. You breath in his scent, making you even more relaxed then before. For a while you enjoy the warmth of being together, underneath the covers before finally falling asleep.

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I know its been a while but i had a really good idea for this fic so i had to write more. Honestly cat get enough of Zemo 😭✋. Sorry if i missed someone off the tag list :(

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Shades of Him

Chapter 3

Warnings: violence, fluff, caring zemo, death

For the first time in awhile, you had slept without another nightmare. Granted it was like 3 hour you had rested but still. You didn’t want to get up, not yet. It was so warm and comfy that moving would be a sin. The blanket wrapped around you felt like a cocoon, making you feel safe. Your eyes slowly fall open. They land on a couch across from you. That’s strange, how did you.. Realisation slapped you in the face. That blanket around you isn’t a blanket at all. You look down. An arm was wrapped around your waist. It was then you felt the soft pounding of a heart beat against your back. Panic started to set in. This is not good you thought, not good at all. Closing your eyes you think of the best way to get out of your predicament.

“What the actual hell” Your eyes fly open. Sam stood there, eyes wide, staring at you. Shit. “Sam calm down, this can be explained.” Your whisper. “Can it?!” He whisper shouts “ I’m going to get Bucky”. Oh fuck no. Sam had already left the room to find him. Carefully you untangle yourself from Zemo. He was still sleeping peacefully on that couch, thank god. Slowly you roll over, however you miss judge your move and fall onto the carpet below with a loud thud. Zemo stirs in his sleep. You curse yourself as you get up and race after Sam.

You didn’t realise that as you exited the room, two chestnut eyes had followed your every move. Thankfully you reach Sam just as he was about to knock on Buckys bedroom door. You pull him into a room that looked like some type of storage area for food. “Look I woke up really early this morning and went down to get some pills for a headache that I had” Sam raised his eyebrows. “and so you ended up sleeping with the enemy?” “You make it sound like I did something more than just- anyway he’s helping us! I wouldn’t call him an enemy” He ignores your statement and says “So how did you-“ You explain what happened last night “so I sat next to him and fell asleep, nothing happened!”

You hear footsteps in the hallway. “ I’m no one to judge y/n, just please be careful, especially around him.” “You know I’m always careful!” You grin. He returns the gesture and opens the door. Your glad he kept this between the two of you, Bucky would freak out and get his metal arm in a twist. You walk back into the kitchen followed by Sam. Zemo was gone which explained the footsteps. Had he heard anything? You push that thought aside and go to make some tea for the second time that morning. You and sam both sit at the breakfast table, sipping from your mugs. He really was a good friend to you.

You were getting yourself ready when Sharon announces that she has a location on Nagel. You hurry and quickly check yourself in the mirror. You wore black slightly baggy pants, a matching vest top reaching just above your belly button and an accompanying jacket. It was perfect for missions like these, not too suspicious and practical. You fix all your weapons to yourself including you new gun and head downstairs to meet the others.

You all arrive at a place with cargo containers littered all around you. On the way there you kept glancing at Zemo to see if he acted any different. Fortunately he just kept to himself. Did he notice your intimate moment this morning? His expression revealed no answers. Following Sharon in the maze of cargos she led you to one particular one, handing you each an ear piece. “I’ll keep and eye out for you while you talk to Nagel” she says “thanks Sharon, for everything you’ve done so far” “just hurry people” you nod and all pile into the container.

Finding it completely empty, you do some searching until Zemo finds a secret door leading to a downstairs lab, an upbeat song playing in the distance. Walking down one by one you find a man filling test tubes up with some sort of liquid. Bucky stops the music and he turns around, shocked to find us standing there guns raised. “Who are you what do you want” ignoring his first question you state “you recreated the super soldier serum” after being told to get out of his lab you had no option but to threaten him. Nagel looked just like the crazy scientist you expect him to be, his calculating voice didn’t help that imagery.

“I’m not saying anything” you roll your eyes. This guy does not understand how this is supposed to work. You step forward until you were in front of him. “I can burn you alive from the inside out by making your blood boil, starting from your feet, then your legs, then to your heart, so I suggest you start talking” disbelief was prominent on his face so you summon up a flame around his ankles. “Okay!” He down right screamed. He begins to explain how he created the serum and how it was stolen by a girl named Karli.

“Guys we have company” Sharon says over the device. Shit how have they found us so quickly?

“Is there any serum here?” Sam asks. “No” was all he said. Sharon runs in “we’re seriously out of time”. Bang! A gunshot sounds through the lab. Zemo was holding the gun, now being restrained by Sam and Sharon. Seconds after, you were thrown back against a wall, the noise of an explosion had blinded your ears. Things were breaking and smashing all around you. Your whole body ached from the force that had lifted you into the air.

You hadn’t realise how much derby covered your body until a strong hand lifted you out of the rubble. None other than Zemo was now guiding you out of the collapsing lab and out into the open. “Are you okay?” That was the second time he’d asked you that today. “I’m fine” you were slightly annoyed at him. You were perfectly capable to getting out of there yourself, you’ve experienced worse. Guns were being fired and you both duck. You pull out your gun and start shooting back. “Did you steal that from somewhere?” “what? how did you-“ “they all have trackers on them, this is how they must have found us so soon” he looks at you. The one thing you didn’t want to do was get your friends hurt, and now you have led them right into a trap. “I..I didn’t know”. You were disappointed in yourself, and when you looked over towards the others, now also fighting these bargain hunters, that feeling turned to anger. Anger at yourself for being so stupid. You felt your body fill with energy.

The bargain hunters started shooting at you again, making you explode with rage. Without another word you start to run towards the men standing a few metres away from you, and send a monstrous flame, racing towards them. You let them find you. Another burst of flames in the other direction, engulfing the unfortunate soul in a living hell. You put your friends in harms way. The men started running away now. You couldn’t let them get away. You needed them dead. Fire burnt in your eyes, and death shone upon you, guiding you to them. You felt yourself loose control. Loose that sense of focus you had before, your task was to find them, and make them suffer for your mistake. It was the only way to stop that feeling of guilt building in you. If you deal with the threat then was there really any harm done?

Zemo had been watching your fiery battle in astonishment. He couldn’t move, he could only watch you gracefully send those men to their deaths. Only when he saw you move once again, following the guys running for their lives, did he run after you. “Y/n stop”. You spin around ready to fight whoever that voice belonged to. You stopped short. “Darling I think they’re gone now”

“No” you say forcefully and in a gravelly voice. “They want to hurt us”. You were not yourself anymore. You were only the killing machine you were trained to be. Zemo takes a few small steps towards you. “They’re gone” he repeats, taking another few paces. You look down on your hands, flames licking them. You had let yourself become the person you swore to keep away. “ you’re okay now” Zemo rips you out of that thought. You couldn’t find anymore words to say but “I’m sorry” you whisper, your eyes began to well up with tears. The baron reaches his hand out carefully, making sure not to make any sudden movements.

Before he could reach you however, your knees hit the solid ground and your face falls into your hands. Zemo quickly follows your action and wraps his protective arms around you, letting you bury your head into his chest. At that moment you didn’t care who he is or what he had done. You didn’t care how this would affect your future. All you wanted to do was crawl in a hole and stay there for the rest of eternity. “It’s okay your safe now”. Your mind was spinning with thoughts. It felt like you would never be able to escape them ever again. Zemo strokes the back of your head as he rests his chin on top of it, locking you into that embrace. You felt the most vulnerable at that point but yet so safe.

On the way to the airport you separate from Sharon. No one questions your blank expression as you look out of the car window. They had all seen your outburst. All knew better than to talk to you while your were like this. It was better for you to have space to think. Zemo had helped you get to the car, after you calmed down a little. Now being emotionally and physically drained, you wonder what would have happened if he hadn’t stopped you. Would you ever have ever returned to your normal self if he didn’t come for you?

Back in the jet Zemo was preparing something in the small kitchen at the front of the plane and Sam and Bucky were discussing the next move. You were sat away from them, staring aimlessly out of the window again, pretending to be interested in something outside. A few moments later Zemo hands you a cup of tea that you presumed was cherry blossom from the look of it. You give a very small smile and return to your staring. He leaves and a few minutes later returns with a blanket, silently suggesting to you to get some rest.

You sip at your drink and feel yourself drift away from reality. “How is she” a faint voice asks. “By the look of things mostly just tired now” a different voice whispers. “I should talk to her when she wakes up” “are you sure that’s a good idea.” “It might help” that was all you heard as you travelled to the world of dreams.

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I know these aren’t the longest ever but the next part should be up in a day or so! Hope you enjoy 😊

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The Remnants

Baron Helmut Zemo x Reader

Summary: After Zemo flees through the tunnels of Latvia, he comes face to face with a familiar group, and their unexpected leader. Little does he know that he is not the only master manipulator currently inhabiting Riga.

Canon Divergent. Smut. Angst. Depictions of Violence. Dark!F!Reader.

18+ ONLY.

WARNINGS: Explicit Adult Content. Light Torture. Rough Sex. Vaginal Fingering. Oral Sex (Female Receiving). Zemo’s Shoulder Holsters. Unprotected Sex. Slight Choking. Alcohol. Blood. Slight Biting. Dirty Talking.

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Word Count: 13.4k

A/N: Have more porn. We’re all going to hell anyway. 

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(    *    & .    ---    NOT  A  GOOD  MAN .

*   helmut  zemo  x  gn!reader . warnings  for  angst   &   character  death .   —    ‘   728 words  ’

HE  STANDS  ON  HIS  feet, though he should be on his knees. But you know, you know him and his tendencies. His pride, his grace, his poise; all things that should have saved him now are the things that will end his life.

In his mind, you have killed him over a hundred times, each time more painful than the last. His first death had been the fire in your eyes when you were dragged to you cell after a particularly bloody interrogation. You are half-dead, and you still launch yourself at his body when he appears at your cell door. You meet face to face, separated only by glass that would have shattered had it not have been reinforced. You glare at him and promise his immediate death in your sneered lips, and he laughs as though he does not feel the heel of your foot slowly pressing down on his throat.

His latest death happened only moments before the alarm sounded. You pitied him, and the fact that he could only love something if it brought him revenge. And you would have brought him just that, if your thirst for vengeance ranked over the side you’d chosen for yourself. You brought him nothing he thought he wanted, so he gave you nothing. Yet, now, he realizes that he would want nothing more than for you to be selfish.

“Please.” You speak softly. You ask though you know you can take what you please, and to that, Zemo’s lips quirk. Always so generous. Too kind for your own good.

Zemo raises his gun and shoots. He is not sure if you move in time or he purposely misses and tries not to think much of it as he feels hot, searing pain in his abdomen. He rocks on his feet and then falls and you are there. Your arms wrap around him, your body acting as his floor as he dies slowly. You should have aimed for his head. You still can, but you do not, in favor of loving him freely in his last few moments of life.

You kiss his forehead, and then his nose. You force a hold of hands, whisper your apologies against his paling skin.

Through this, he says nothing. He figures he should grace you with last words, maybe the words that you are so desperate to hear from his heart. You are telling him of how you wish it was different, and you are a spluttering mess with a red face and you should not be crying over someone who caused you violent nightmares for many nights. And yet, that is you in all your glory; too good for the world. Too kind for your own good.

He feels himself slipping away and does not protest. He has no reason to stay. You are taking all he had left after Sokovia, which you also helped destroy, he laughs to himself at the irony.

“I love you.” You finally say, and it is as glorious as it is tragic. Maybe you will tell the story to your children one day. Maybe you will paint him as a good person, maybe you will describe him as the monster under their beds.

Zemo chokes, and through that realizes that he does have the power to speak. He is fading fast, but he can leave you with what he knows in his heart to be true. Maybe you will cry for him at night. Maybe you will hold him long after he is gone. He could leave you with a comforting thought, tell you that he knows you only did it to spare him the humiliation of a public prison sentance he knew he was sure to get.

Instead, Zemo closes his eyes and dies feeling the warmth that is you on his back, and his neck, and his head and his...heart. His heart which beats for the little deaths. The little thrills that were your hateful glares, the heart that would not stop pounding in his ears when he realized he was to die by your hands. His heart that gave him the will to say all he needed to, and the one he failed when he chose to remain silent.

He is not a good person, he reminds himself before he exhales for the last time. He would fail you every time.

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2 A.M. ((Zemo x reader One-shot))

Description: How can you eat your cake and enjoy it? Well, Helmut Zemo will make sure of that at the late hours of the night. When everyone is asleep he brings you a late-night snack.

Warning(s): Talks of an age difference, other than that nothing but some fluff :)

Words: 988

It was a brilliant plan to be honest.

You wait on the couch patiently for the last ten minutes of Zemo leaving you. Sure you had Sam and Bucky on the other couch. But them being asleep meant you could talk about the movie that was loudly playing in front of you. Even in their sleep, they fought for the blanket they were under.

Suddenly hearing the familiar fiddle of the door and then hearing a clicking of unlocking it.

You stand with hesitant footsteps to make sure you don't wake the two men, them being cranky is one thing but them finding out what you were about to do was going to make them even more upset. How could you make Zemo go out at 2 a.m for a late-night snack of cake and not invite either of them to join in.

Yet here you are at the door trying to help Zemo with the door, opening it to see him with four cakes. Two stacked on either arm and all different flavors. The crinkle of the plastic was loud and you hush out to Zemo to stay quiet but he just chuckles at you being so worried that you would wake them up. They weren't going to wake till the morning.

He closes the door with his foot and walks over to the kitchen, where you follow right behind him. "I didn't know which one you were craving, so I go Vanilla, Chocolate, Velvet, and Strawberry." He lightly places the bottom cakes down and beside them the other two. Laying them out for display, well only for you to choose one. "The ones we don't finish I'll give to Sam and Bucky-" Zemo looks over to the couch to see them both passed out, but you cut him off. "No, we are going to eat them tonight and whatever we don't finish we hid so we can eat them later." You explain to him, which he nods to your plan.

"Let's get started." Your hand latches onto his shoulder and pulls the fabric towards the counter. You quickly hop on top of the counter, Zemo pulls on the Chocolate cake for his picking. He waits for your choice before he lifts the lid and starts to devour this cake. You were slightly hesitant on which one you choose but you just grab the one you found the best. Laying the case on your lap before opening it. Zemo does the same. He hands you a bigger fork and the two of you start eating the cake.

The two of you eat for a while before you found Zemo in-between your legs and the two of you sharing your cake as he got tired of Chocolate. It was these small moments with Zemo that you found yourself falling deeply in love with him. The kitchen dim light putting not the perfect romantic atmosphere, but it was enough for you at this time.

Taking a big bite of cake Zemo starts up a conversation, "I'm getting old." You almost choke at the shock of what he said. It was no secret that he was older than you and you didn't have any issues with that being the case. But for him it was a problem, he thought maybe you'd leave him for someone younger like yourself. But you always reassured him that you wouldn't do that to him. "What?" You question with a slight chuckle. He looks up at you, tilting his head, "Look - I need to cover my grey hairs." He tells you while gesturing towards his head. And from where you sit you can only see a few streaks of grey hair in all of his hair. "Oh stop it." You lightly smack his arm with your free hand, it was absurd for him to think he was getting so old with a few grey hairs.

"What? It makes me feel so much older." He takes another bite of cake. "Especially with you next to me." He explains further and that's when you realize that he was being serious about this. He truly thought this was a bad thing. "You are dramatic Helmut Zemo." You say while dropping your fork, looking at him straight in the eyes. He was paying much attention as you tell him, which he softly sighs. He didn't exactly like being older than you, it did make it strange from an outsider's perspective. But even with someone not in this relationship, Sam and Bucky didn't care much about the age gap, so why did Zemo care so much.

You had to get his mind off of this negative and into a positive, the best way to do so is to compliment him and make him forget about this whole conversation. "It makes you look hotter." You speak honestly in a low tone, which only draws Zemo closer to you. The cake was the only thing separating you two. "Really?" He whispers while getting closer to you, which you also lean into. "Definitely." You lay your lips on him for a loving kiss. You could feel the smirk on his lips before pulling away.

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"I can't believe they actually bought four cakes in the middle of the night." Bucky speaks while looking down at the two of you. Later on, in the evening you and Zemo went on the couch to finish the cakes but fell asleep in each other embrace and with cake beside them. There was no hiding it anymore. "Let's eat one before they wake up?" Sam says while rushing to the kitchen where Bucky follows quickly.

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lonely nights

Pairing: Baron Zemo x reader

Summary: In a world full of heroes and villains, sometimes you can’t help but hold onto the past. The former villain of your story seems to be the only one who understands how you feel.

Word Count: 450

a/n: i just wanted to write something ok bye now

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Altruism Ch. 3 - Zemo x F!reader x Bucky

A/n: So this chapter isn’t the best but I thought I’d give you Bucky fans something. I am benevolent. I can’t wait till I don’t have to type out what the characters say word for word in the show, its torture.

Warnings: Cannon typical violence

Translations: Liebling (Darling)

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(    *    & .    ---    GRAPPLING  WITH  REALITY .

*   helmut  zemo  x  fem!reader . warnings  for  sexual  content   &   light  angst .   —    ‘   1710 words  ’

WITH   YOUR   BACK   TO   the building, you took slow calculated steps and your eyes strained to focus on the inanimate shapes in the dark alley. You could hear rats scurrying in and around a dumpster and the steady drip of water hitting a puddle on the ground. With one hand you gripped your glock, with the other you supported it, and your weapon led you to an entry way that was recessed into the building wall. You relied on your sixth sense, it had saved you many times before, this ability to get the drop on your adversary. Those who knew you, never underestimated this skill, and Zemo knew you well.

He reached out and grabbed you, with one arm firmly entrapping your arms and encircling your waist, and his other hand clamped over your mouth, he pulled you against him and stepped back into the door way  That split second you needed to defend yourself was lost when he jerked you up off of your feet.

"Stop it." He muttered into your ear. "It's me." He kept his grip on you and when he felt you struggle, he squeezed you tighter until you gasped for air. "Enough!"

You knew it was him, and you knew you were only here because of him. You finally stopped trying to free yourself and as you relaxed, the tension left his body as well. He set you back down on your feet and the adrenaline that spiked through you both started to subside. He took his hand off of your mouth, but kept his arm across your neck.

"Why are we here?" You were suspicious of his motives, and although you always knew he wouldn't kill you, hurting you was a different story.

"I should ask you that question." He released you from his vice like grip, and turned you around, slamming you against the wall and holding onto the arm that held the gun.

There are feelings we can't rationally explain, and impulses that take hold of us without a thought to the consequences. You could pretend they didn't exist, but reality always comes back to find you. It was confusing and no matter how much you both tried to prevent it from happening, it became inevitable. This shared vulnerability, it made you weak, and this is where the real danger lay.

"Helmut, let go of me." You whispered, your eyes searching his. He glared at you, but released your arm and you slowly tucked the gun into small of your back.

This was, you decided, the substance that makes people crazed. What the two of you had between you was almost tangible and it had become your favorite enemy. Without warning, you grabbed the lapels of his coat and pulled him down to your lips.

Zemo saw it coming, it was how he remembered it, the kiss ran deep, urgent and smoldered. Your tongues explored and invaded, sweeping against each other while every one of your senses told you to forget what you knew and to savor what you felt.

Only the most fortunate experience this feeling of euphoria, and when you whimpered with pleasure, a hot hard burn that only you could produce, coursed through him. Zemo pressed himself against you, his hands snaked their way around your waist and you tilted your head back, his lips caressed the side of your neck and finally brushed against your ear. His breath was hot and moist and neither could stop yourselves from grinding your hips against each other.

"Not here." His voice was just above a whisper, and he pushed you away, holding you at arms length.

You cursed at him under your breath. "Where then?" You seethed, wondering if this were some kind of trick, but when he found a rectangular plate on the door and lifted the cover and punched in a code, you smirked. The door latch released and he took you by the hand and led you inside.

It was nothing you had imagined, the cavernous room with multiple rows of large wooden crates, stacked on one another.  The only light came from beyond the pallets. He pulled you through the maze and in the far corner of the room was a doorway and inside lay a large sectional sofa made of black leather, and you thought to yourself, it's perfect.

Zemo unbuttoned his overcoat, slipped it off and draped it over the back of the sofa. His black dress shirt and slacks gave him an ominous appearance, and so did the look in his eyes. He pulled you toward him and unzipped your jacket, and with more force than necessary, he stripped it off of you, causing you to catch your breath. It was a warning of things to come and you welcomed it. He held his hand out and you untucked your glock from your back and laid it in his palm, this became a moment of trust, or maybe, surrender.

He gathered you in his arms and you wound your own arms around his neck and your fingers twined in his hair. Once again, your tongues found each other, and he pressed himself against you. When he felt your knees buckle under the spell of his kiss, he reveled in the knowledge that he had this effect on you. He eased you back on the sofa and when you sat down and leaned back and opened your legs, he kneeled down between them. He lifted your sweater up and over your head and reached behind you with one hand and unhooked your strapless bra. It fell away, and your nipples tightened, not from the cool air, but from anticipation.

Zemo could never disappoint you, and he cupped your breasts in his hands, your breathing became ragged and you arched your back toward him. He took one rose colored tip between his lips and when he flicked his tongue against it, you moaned and squirmed under his attention. When he used his thumb and forefinger to roll the other one between his fingers, it made you cry out.

"Helmut... don't... stop..." You begged, arching toward him under his touch.

When you could take no more, you straightened up to find his eyes were dark pools of passion. You both knew, what he felt was magnified by how you reacted. You reached out to him and pulled at his shirt, the buttons pulling and popping out of their button holes. You tugged it off, and it was your turn to bestow attention on him. Your fingernails scraped along his bare chest and they traced the muscles carved in his lean build. You played with his nipples and felt him twitch, and when you dug your fingers into his flesh, he gripped your waist, holding you in place. You lifted your hips ever so slightly and he slipped his fingers into the waistband of your pants and slid them and your black panties down to your knees. You gave no resistance when one leather boot came off and then the next, followed by the rest of your clothing.

You urged him to come closer, fingering and unbuckling the leather belt around his waist. Next you undid the button on his waistband, and finally you lowered the zipper of his trousers down. You could readily see how how aroused he was and how his body strained to escape from the confines of his clothing. You freed him and ran your fingers along his length, and this time, it was his turn to beg for mercy.

"Liebling... you're making me crazy..." He whispered into your ear, his low voice thick with lust. Once you closed your fist around him, it took little time for the rest of his clothes to be added to the pile you had created, and it took a fraction of that time to find himself stretched out next to you.

You felt his hand trail down your body and when he reached between your thighs, he found you wet with desire. He slipped one finger into you, and than another and continued to stroke you, until he felt that precious agony build inside of you. You writhed with passion and finally reached down and clutched his wrist.

"I want you to be inside of me, I want to feel you inside of me." You murmured.

Zemo positioned himself over you and hooked his arms under your legs and leaned forward causing your hips to rise. This made you ravenous for him and he overwhelmed your senses when he drove into you in one smooth thrust. When you wrapped your legs around him, neither knew, who strained to meet the other first. You found the rhythm that caused your hearts to beat wildly and the relentless torment that only two bodies can create goaded you on. When you were covered with a sheen of sweat, your control finally shattered, you came first, pleading for release and shuddering fast and hard. The onslaught of sensation that had taken you hostage made you buck up against him, and only when he knew you had tipped over the edge, did he allow his own climax to collide with yours. You were tight, velvety and every movement caused him to tremble, and finally, he let go. The gruff sounds of his ecstasy filled the room as he fought to regain his sanity.

This was the madness you both endured, when common sense is drowned out by heat and passion. When the thought of one another makes you ache with desire and causes your actions to become reckless.

Hours later when Zemo opened his eyes, he felt groggy and disoriented, he was sprawled on the leather sofa with his overcoat draped over him, your warm lithe body was missing, and so was your clothing, your boots, and your gun. He saw the tiny syringe on the floor, and knew you had drugged him. It made him angry, yet he understood your reasons. You were addicted to each other and both knew addictions were dangerous. Like every time, the feeling of loss caused him to grapple with reality. He closed his eyes and wondered when the next time would come, when the two of you would come crashing down on each other.

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Three Words

[Baron Zemo Masterlist] [Marvel Masterlist]

Pairing: Baron Zemo x Reader/You (gender, race, and body type not specified) 

Synopsis: Zemo may come across as overly confident and sure of himself, but you see a different side of him as he struggles to find the words to express how he feels. *Fluff*

Word Count: ~600

A/N: Not beta’d. No permission given to reuse or repost any part of this. Likes, comments, and reblogs greatly appreciated. Thank you for your support ❤️

His lips brush slowly over your bare shoulder, leaving a string of fragile kisses behind. The heat of his lingering breath tempts you further toward sleep. He holds you safely against the warmth of his chest, his thumb mindlessly caresses soft circles on your hips.  

His care lulls you into a tranquil bliss. You’re not quite asleep yet, but you’re far from wakefulness. You float peacefully between the two, your body waiting for your mind to catch up. 

You feel him stir slightly beside you, but you’re too content to question it for long. 

“Y/N?” He murmurs cautiously.

You hear the faint call of your name pulling you back, but the weight of your sleep is too great. 

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i condone and support every single vile deed my problematic faves have done. not only that i think they should have done bigger and worse atrocities than already committed. i think that would have been funny

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The Last Chthonian

Bucky x Reader, Sam x Reader, Zemo x Reader

Part 3

A/N: Enjoy you beautiful people! Let me know if you would like to be tagged and I will gladly add you to the list! 💕 Y’all, I wanna apologize in advance for my shitty sense of humor.

Summary: Imagine being Hekate, the Greek goddess of magic and witchcraft, the night and the moon, doorways and crossroads, creatures of the night, and ghosts and necromancy. You stumbled upon Earth many centuries ago and since then have resided on the foreign planet. During the recent years you created an alias for yourself to hide your true identity and after the war against Thanos you chose to live out your days in the Scottish countryside.

Warnings: language

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After the conversation, Sam and Bucky decided to take a walk, dragging Zemo with them while you prepared dinner and dessert. You had your classical music playing while you were in the kitchen wearing an apron with your sleeves rolled up to your elbows. Your ingredients were laid out on the black walnut counter, which consisted of salmon, onions, leeks, garlic, tomatoes, rigani, and parsley for one of the dishes. For your other dish, you had out your eggplants, squash, zucchini, roma tomatoes, basil, garlic, parsley, and thyme. And of course you had salt and pepper and olive oil which you were going to use for both dishes. All of these vegetables and herbs were freshly plucked from your garden, which only made the dish ten times better. As for your desert, you had set aside your fresh heavy cream and eggs, which you bought from the local market that morning, along with vanilla, salt, and sugar.

Wiping your hands, you started to prepare the salmon you had caught earlier. You had already cleaned and gutted it as soon as you caught it. Clutching the knife in your hands, you lopped the head off and skinned it before cutting it into a fillet. Removing the bones was always your least favorite process so you just used your powers for this, removing the small bones with one swift motion. After that you spread some lemon herb seasoning on the fillets and let it marinate before checking up on the sauce you had cooking on the stove, occasionally stirring the pot as you relished in the scent of the garlic, onion and basil. You heard the front door open as Sam, Bucky, and Zemo stepped in, lifting their nose up at the smell. Once again your place smelled heavenly but this time of a home cooked meal, only making their stomachs growl in the process as they silently prayed you didn’t hear it.

Sam glanced over at you in the kitchen with an apologetic look on his face. “Aw y/n, you didn’t have to cook for us, you know. We were planning on takeout.”

“It’s no problem really.” You glanced up. “You’re my guests, and besides, I’ve always loved to cook.”

“Well thanks y/n. We really appreciate it.”

“Do you need a hand?” Bucky asked as he stepped up next to Sam.

“You’re welcome to throw over your arm.” You smirked, looking up at him to see him shaking his head with a smile.

The men watched with slight guilt as you worked away, wishing you weren’t stubborn and would let them come help you as you cut up the vegetables in a fluid motion, preparing the food in a precise and effortless manner as a professional chef would.

“Look at you.” Sam smirked. “We got ourselves a Hannibal Lecter over here. You got the classical music playing and everything.”

You looked up at Sam with your head tilted down, an unamused look on your face as you flung a piece of zucchini at him.

“Hey!”

“Keep that up and I’ll add you into a Boeuf Bourguignon.” You joked back while pointing the knife at him.

“Alright alright Dr.Lecter. I won’t.” Sam threw up his hands in defeat, chuckling to himself before feeling something furry rub against his legs which made him slightly jump.

“What happened?” You looked up in concern before turning your head at the sound of your daughter bounding down the stairs.

“There you are!” She giggled before plucking the small black furry thing into her arms.

“Athena sweetie, is that Maleficent?” You asked her. “Where was she?”

“In the closet.”

“Of course.”

Athena turned to your guests with your cat still clutched between your tiny arms. “Hi Uncle Sam! Hi Bucky!”

Bucky and Sam smiled back, ruffling her hair as she went to hug both their legs. She stopped short as she stared up in curiosity at Zemo as he gave her a kind smile, her stormy grey eyes filled with confusion as she didn’t know what to call him. “Uhhh Mommy?”

You looked at your daughter as she gave you a questioning look. “His name is Zemo kiddo.”

“Nemo?”

You saw Sam straighten up as he tried to hold back a laugh while Bucky’s was turning red as he tried to hold it in.

You eyed the two with squinted eyes before correcting your daughter. “Zemo Athena, with a z.”

“Hi Zemo!” She chirped, hugging his leg before setting the cat down and running off to grab her crayons and paper.

You observed the interaction between Zemo and Athena the whole time and caught how there was a slight sullen look in his eyes as he gave her a pat on the head before looking to the floor deep in thought.

“Sorry about my cat by the way. Didn’t want to startle you.” You turned to Sam, still watching Zemo in the corner of your eye as he went to sit down.

“Hey no worries. You got a cute cat.” Sam pet Maleficent’s head.

The men then went into the living room, talking amongst themselves as you had just finished preparing your dishes, popping them in the oven to bake before starting to clean up.

“Ah ah ah.” Sam stopped you. “You go sit down. I’ll clean up.” You tried to protest only for Sam to interrupt you with a stern look. “Sit down y/n.”

You dropped your shoulders in defeat, huffing before plopping down on the couch. With a sigh, you stared out at the dark clouds that were forming, darkening the world around you. It was going to rain soon, you could smell it. You had your fireplace lit up to heat up the place, adding a warm glow to your surroundings. Zemo was seated in the armchair with one of your books that he had asked for your permission to read, War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy. Though he was buried in the book, you noticed there was still that same solemn expression etched in his features that you saw from earlier. But you widened your eyes as you saw none other than Maleficent curled up in his lap as he scratched her behind her ears. You nearly scoffed. No fucking way.

“Mommy!” You heard Athena call out, breaking your gaze. “Come draw with us!”

Zemo was aware of how your eyes were on him this whole time, so as you turned away, his eyes now flickered to your profile.

“Oh?” You raised a brow as you sat down on the ground next to where she was seated by the coffee table with Bucky on her other side, a crayon in his hand and his eyes focused intensely on his work. It was definitely a funny sight to see. “I was beginning to think you two were going to have all the fun without me.” You smirked at Bucky as he looked up at you before turning away with a soft chuckle.

“Here you go!” Athena handed you a piece of paper and a handful of crayons. You shook your head with a smile and gave her a thanks before grabbing a crayon, trying to adjust to how it felt awkward in your grasp due to it’s size. You’ve only ever used the top quality mediums in your art. You stared at the piece of paper that was laid out on the coffee table before you, not even knowing what to draw. With a purse of your lips you tried to glance over at Bucky and Athena’s drawing before you heard a squeal, making you back up.

“No peeking mommy!” Athena giggled as she covered up the paper.

“Yeah. What she said.” Bucky squinted his eyes at you as he nodded towards her.

You scoffed before joking in a mocking manner, throwing a hand over you chest. “Am I being insulted? In my own home? Woe is me.”

Athena giggled at your little act of the dramatics before going back to her drawing. You kissed the top of her head before you stared at the paper in front of you, biting your lip in thought as you still tried to come up with what to draw. You finally decided on drawing a clearing in the forest, filled with forest animals such as a bear, a fox, an owl, a rabbit and some squirrels and birds, dancing and playing different instruments.

“What’d I miss?” You heard Sam ask as he came over after cleaning up your kitchen, sitting down on the couch and peering over at the 3 of you.

“We’re making art!” Athena answered him with a smile as she scribbled on her paper.

“Can I see?”

“Not yet. I’m almost done. No peeking!”

You smiled to yourself and Sam chuckled at how focused she was with her lips pressed tight and her brows furrowed together.

“Finished!” She grinned as she hugged the papers to her chest.

“You gonna show us?” Sam asked with a smile.

“Mommy first!”

Zemo peered out from behind his book, watching with a slight curiosity.

“Okay okay. Hold your horses.” You announced before showing your little artwork to everyone.

“Wow! It’s bootiful!” Athena gasped, staring starry eyed at the drawing you did.

“Hey that’s kinda cute. You should put that in a children’s book.” Sam joked making you give him an annoyed look.

“This is for you Athena.” You handed her your drawing.

“Really?!”

You nodded, causing her to squeal and wrap her little arms around your neck. “Thank you mommy!” She turned to Bucky. “Bucky show yours.”

“I don’t know.” Bucky looked ashamed. “It’s not as great as your mother’s.”

“Please Bucky!” Athena pleaded as she rested her hands on Bucky’s forearm.

“Promise you won’t laugh?” He asked Athena.

“Pinky promise!”

“Okay then.” Bucky slowly turned his paper around to present his drawing, waiting for your reaction.

Sam busted out laughing which only made Bucky glare at him, causing you to smack his shin to signal him to stop while Zemo rolled his eyes at the whole ordeal.

“Hey, I’m sorry man.” Sam apologized as he settled down while he clutched his stomach, amusement practically painted all over his face. Never did he ever think he would live to see Bucky drawing with crayons and managing to create something that looked like it came out of a cartoon.

You tilted your head the same time as Athena, squinting your eyes to see what exactly you were looking at. “What’s that?”

“Oh come it’s obvious.” Bucky responded. “It’s a turtle.”

And that is when Bucky and Zemo heard what they never thought to hear. Your laugh. It was like music to their ears and it filled them with a comforting warmth, like watching a beautiful sunset wrapped in a warm blanket with a cup of deep and rich hot cocoa. The way your face lit up when you smiled was absolutely enchanting. Even though Sam had heard you laugh before, it never failed to make his heart swell. And though the men found you attractive when they first saw you, it wasn’t until now that they realized that you were beyond beautiful, otherworldly even. It was as if they were looking at a renaissance painting.

You tried to cease your laughing, wiping away the tears at the corner of your eyes as you scooted closer to Bucky, trying to get a better look at his drawing. “I’m sorry Barnes, forgive me.” You apologized as you rubbed his back. “It’s just that, it looks like a rock decided to sprout legs and a head. Oh wait, that’s basically a turtle isn’t it? But hey, you should be a cartoonist.”

“What’s on his head?” Athena pointed to the little white thing that sat on the turtle’s head.

“That’s supposed to be a chef’s hat.”

“Why is he wearing a chefs hat?” You asked this time. “And is he...is he grilling burgers?”

“Well you know....” Bucky motioned with his hand, trying to see if anyone would get the joke.

“You know what?” Sam asked, obviously not getting what Bucky was getting at.

“He’s a slow cooker.” Bucky explained, slightly disappointed that no one got his joke.

You let a snort. “That’s actually kinda funny.”

“Of course you’d find a dad joke funny. You’re a mom.” Sam teased you which only made you smack him again, making him let out an “ow that hurt.”

“You gonna show us yours now?” Sam smiled as he asked Athena.

“Yes!” She replied with excitement before getting up and handing Sam, Bucky, and Zemo each a paper. Bucky and Sam took the paper with a smile while Zemo looked up from his book in surprise as Athena handed one to him.

You peered over at the paper in Bucky’s hands and saw the drawing she did of Sam, Bucky, and Zemo holding hands while standing on grass that sprouted flowers, with the sun in the top corner of the paper. She even had her name scribbled at the bottom corner like a signature.

“Now you all get to keep it.” Athena clasped her hands together with a bright smile on her chubby cheeks.

“Awww. Thanks kiddo. Come here.” Sam beckoned her over to squeeze her in a hug.

Bucky thanked her as well with a chuckle while Zemo muttered a small thanks, still shocked at the gesture.

You heard the oven bell go off, signaling that the food was done cooking, making you spring up from the ground. “Shoot! Dinner is ready!” You headed over to the kitchen and slipped on the mitts before opening up the oven and taking out the pots.

“You need any help?” You heard Sam call out again.

“Uh you’re welcome to set up the table.”

While Bucky, Sam, and even Zemo helped set the table, you prepared the food to be eaten, setting the food on their plates in a nice and clean presentation. Once you were done, everyone sat down at the dining table, ready to dive in and eat, the aroma of the dishes and the fresh French bread that you just pulled out making them hungrier than ever. You sat in between Bucky and Athena, while Sam sat across from Bucky and Zemo sat across from you.

“Wow. This...this looks amazing.” Sam approved with a nod of his head.

“What is it?” Bucky turned to you, wondering what dishes you made.

“Um that is obviously French bread. But this is Salmon Psari Plaki which is a Greek dish that I have always loved growing up. And this is Ratatouille, which was Athena’s personal request after watching the movie.” You explained to them before noticing the mistake you had just made, hoping they wouldn’t notice and just go with the idea that Asgard had Greek food.

“Rata what?” Sam asked with furrowed brows. “Don’t tell me there’s rat in there.”

“Of course not Sam.” Zemo commented. “Ratatouille is a French vegetarian dish. I assure you, there is no rat in there, at least to my knowledge.”

“There’s no rat Sam.” You added.

With hope and suspense filling your veins, you watched as they all took a bite of your food, their faces painted in bliss. You held back a chuckle as you noticed how they briefly closed their eyes as the food bursted with flavor on their tongues and almost melted at the touch. It was like kissing someone for the first time, the flash of surprise at first but then the warmth that came directly afterwards.

“Wow.” Sam shook his head as he sat back. “Just wow.”

“....how is it?”

“How is it? It’s amazing, that’s what it is. It’s like I’m sittin on a beach in Greece, like I just took a stroll through a chateaux, like I just died, went to heaven, gave god a fist bump and came back. That’s how it is.”

“In other words you like it. Didn’t need a list of metaphors Sam.” You chuckled as you ate your food.

“Wow, I could eat this forever. Thanks for making this y/n.” Bucky gave you a smile.

“My compliments to the chef.” Zemo told you politely as you gave him a nod.

Your cheeks turned red at their compliments as you finished your food. The only people you ever cooked for was Nat and Wanda, including your daughter, but you were always happy to cook for others. Once the plates were cleaned, you got up to get the dessert you made, creme brûlées, and set down a ramekin and spoon for each of them.

“Thanks mommy! These are my favorite!”

“Aw y/n you shouldn’t have done all this for us.” Bucky gave you a sympathetic look, he felt bad that you made all this food and even desert for them.

“And have you guys go into your mission without having a hearty meal? No way.” You shook your head before taking a bite of your creme brûlée.

“Perhaps I can compensate you for all this?” You heard Zemo ask you, making you look up at him.

“No way. Besides, most of this is from my backyard, no need to compensate for anything.”

After you enjoyed your dessert with Sam, Bucky, and you talking and laughing amongst yourselves, you got up to do the dishes. But Sam and Bucky quickly stopped you and light heartedly argued with you on who should do the dishes, insisting they do them no matter how much you held your ground while the whole time Zemo watched with a shake of his head and started on the dishes anyway until Sam practically had to drag you out of the kitchen so they could all clean up. With a defeated pout, you went upstairs and grabbed the air mattress you had, at least you could fix their separate beds up in your room. While you had the air mattress filling up, you remembered how Steve mentioned that him and Bucky still slept on the floor, so you grabbed the sleeping bag you had and the extra pillows and blankets, setting up their beds as nice as you could.

You went back downstairs just on time as the men had finished cleaning up your kitchen, all of them wiping their hands dry.

“Thanks so much guys. You really didn’t have to do that.”

“Uh uh, enough of that.” Sam shushed you.

“So uhhhh. You guys are welcome to sleep in my room and I’ll be sleeping in Athena’s room. I don’t want to hear any buts. I have your beds set up and everything. There’s my bed and an air mattress as well. If any of you would rather sleep down here in the living room, no problem. Oh also Barnes, I have a sleeping bag set up for you as well.”

“Oh uh, thanks y/n.” Bucky looked at you surprised. It must’ve been Steve who told you about his sleeping habits, he thought to himself.

“Also I have a new packet of toothbrushes and toothpastes so you’re welcome to use that and you’re welcome to use the shower. I have a coffee scented body wash you can use so you don’t have worry about smelling like flowers unless you want to, cause I have that as well.”

“Okay mom.” Sam joked, only making you playfully glare at him.

“Oh and also.” You stuck a hand out while your other hand was on your hip to emphasize the matter. “I can not emphasize this enough, but please, for the love of gods, either lift the toilet seat or sit your ass down, and please put the seat back down when you’re done.”

“What? Y/n we-“ Sam started before you interrupted him.

“Don’t give me that Sam. I had brothers you know. So please, clean up after yourselves, because if you don’t, I will fill your bodies up with cranberries so that my cat will have a delightful surprise when she feasts upon you.”

You turned around, ignoring the shocked looks on their faces as you headed up the stairs, making sure to tell them goodnight before you getting yourself and Athena ready for bed.

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